I am about to bombard you with photos of kangaroos. Not kangaroos from the zoo, or taken from afar with a shaky zoom, but kangaroos nuzzling the camera lens, coming in for a pat, sniffing our bags and hands for food.
We pulled off the freeway, en route to the north-coast town of Port Macquarie on the weekend, and visited a national state park that surrounds Lake Macquarie. Lake Macquarie, by the way, is Australia’s largest coastal salt-water lake and quite something to behold.
Part of the national park, is a kangaroo sanctuary, where dozens upon dozens of roos live in lovely, peaceful surrounds needing only worry about tourists who come to see them and ignore the signs saying ‘don’t feed the kangaroos bread.’ They’re obviously getting fed bread, because it’s precisely what they expected us to bring.
We didn’t, obviously, and once they figured out we were food-less, they settled for an hour of being patted and posing for selfies and up close and personal portraits.
It was a remarkable thing for me, as an Australian, to do – but for a foreigner, it was out of this world. SG floated on air for hours afterwards. Couldn’t top it until, a day later, we saw a ‘wild’ koala up a tree. Can you see him?
There he is …